to croak and screech,
like the screams of the night.
those who had forced him,
his voice a cacophony of despair and dread,
that echoed through the desolate land ahead,

with every word,
a soul i take,
stories are my bait,
luring me closer,
each tale closer,
to claiming eternity.
i took your story,
your soul is mine.
now, i am free.
but, you are not.
you are trapped.
all you can do,
move on,
to the next layer.